[Intervene]
// Tooltip: {noProbe: If it helps you find your probe /else: If it helps you learn something}, then it's worth the risk.
You step out from hiding, training your eyes on the illicit blue vial. The bunny girls are all too distracted with each other, for whatever reason, to see or hear you coming. You snatch the medipen, noting the color of the trapped rabbit's fur as you do…
[Gray] [Brown] [White] [Crm Yellow]
[Gray]
// Tooltip: That bunny's fur is definitely <b>gray</b>.
[Brown]
// Tooltip: The hapless pirate's dark, <b>caramel fur</b> is only visible this close.
[White]
// Tooltip: The bunny-woman shows up easily with splotchy <b>white fur</b>.
[Crm Yellow]
// Tooltip: No doubt. That laquine's <b>fur is creamy yellow</b>.
// Bimbo
"This isn't how you make friends!" you pout, squealing over their din.
// Bro
"Knock it off!" you rumble, muting their din.
// Kind
"Stop!" you shout, piercing their din.
// Misch
"Shut- Up!" you yell, muffling their din.
// Hard
"Enough!" you bellow, smothering their din.
// Merge
The yammering rabbits at the front whip around, lop ears flinging sweat on their startled motions. Analytical eyes strain against the dark to identify you, but you've already discerned they aren't armed. Sure, they're packing a different kind of heat, but those two are clearly no threat when they aren't playing the part of locker room bullies. "What's the big idea?" the [enemy0.furColor]-furred one moans in long, slurry syllables. "{pcLapineEarOrJumperSuit: Ah crap, did the boss send you… {wait, you're not one of ours…! /both: Wait a sec… I don't know your face!} /pcMouseEars: Ah shit, one of you do gooding rodents… Hold on… You're alone! /pcSecOpArmor: Fuck… What are one of you- ah, no, you're not a technophile! /pcViperSlutwear: S-shit, not one of you… Oh hold on, you're not some tit snake! /else: Dammit, you better not be one of the Corona Lords…}"
She tries to snatch the vial from your hand, but to her chagrin you dodge the attempt and smash it on the floor. The cyan liquid spreads into a worthless puddle, already evaporating in the heat.
"Would it kill you to let two girls have their fun? What are you even doing down here, you don't belong…" her voice trails off, her sultry eyes glazing over with lust. You look down to the tenting boner in her creaky suit. The [enemy0.cockNoun] outline comes into focus as the shameless self-caressing begins. The slut-bun reaches for her zipper, and before it even reaches her chest your senses are assaulted by laquine pheromones. {bimbo: Yum!} "Aw f-f-fuck... I don't even care, if you're not here to have any fun then get lost!"
The [enemy1.furColor]-coated one to her right slumps to the ground, likely feeling the affects of their drug. Looks like you crashed their oh-so immaculate plans for an impromptu orgy. Those two start feeling each other up, locking lips in total disregard for their seconds-ago shenanigans. You meet the [leila.eyeColor] eyes of their captive for a moment, then look down to the horny duo.
"Thanks..." the [leila.furColor]-furred laquine smiles a small, lopsided smile, shivering when her eyes fall over the chemical puddle at your [pc.footOrFeet]. "But why? What stranger helps a pirate?" She steps to the side, skirting the two jumpers already clambering noisily over each other, struggling with their uniforms as they feverishly hump away.
// Bimbo
"The kind who prefers sex without the needless force!" you shake your hips, winking at her. It makes your heart flutter when she loosens up, smirking and even laughing behind her [leila.lipColor] lips.
"Right…" she murmurs.
// Bro
"I don't like seeing people fight, not when they can be doing that," you flick your eyes to the ground, doing your best to look suave despite the orgiastic cacophony. It makes you smile just a bit wider when her [leila.lipColor] lips spread into a silly grin.
"Right…" she murmurs.
// Kind
"One who listens to others in need," you say with genuine sincerity. "Are you alright?" She idly scratches the hair under her beret, not sure whether to smile as she looks straight into your eyes then away again. In fact, your response seems to wholly confuse the fidgety laquine.
"I guess I was, huh?" she whispers. "Er, yes, I'm fine," she starts, looking remorseful then stoic, then… neutral.
// Misch
"I need information, and the way I see it, you owe me one, beautiful," you wink good-meaningfully, one confident hand on your hip. Her lips spread into a knowing smile, but she can't help but look away when she meets your gaze. She looks confused and fidgety, something that's not helping relieve the tension.
"Okay… Err, sure, I can do that," she starts, shaking her head and her ears.
// Hard
"To each their own. I helped you, now you can help me," you fold your arms, looking expectantly into her eyes. For a moment she seems intimidated, but you realize she's having trouble meeting your gaze. The hapless laquine fidgets, face running through a series of confused expressions until you audibly clear your throat.
"Oh, err… I doubt you're asking for a sexual favor, someone like you wouldn't have trouble getting it elsewhere…" she says.
// Merge
The woman sighs, hands balling into squeaky fists. "Sorry, you get used to a few things on this hellhole of a station and this is certainly not one of them." She finally looks you in the eye. "My name is Leila."